USA Today bestselling author Susan M Boyer's blog tour starts here!

11/08/2015 22:23


Today, I welcome back Susan M. Boyer

for her Lowcountry Bordello blog tour!


Read on for an excerpt from her latest book and a $50 Amazon card giveaway!

The Charleston streets are dressed for the holidays in sophisticated Southern style: topiaries adorned with red ribbons, garland entwined with white lights, and poinsettias potted in gold planters. The high class bordello in a stately historic home is certainly no exception. When Private Investigator Liz Talbot’s dear friend Olivia swears she saw a dead body in the parlor of this bordello, one Olivia accidentally co-owns, Liz promptly comes to her aid.
With her wedding back home on Stella Maris less than a week away, Liz must juggle one elderly madam, two ex and future in-laws, three ghosts in the bordello, four giddy bridesmaids, five lovely courtesans, six suspicious patrons…and a partridge in a pear tree as she tries to keep her bridesmaid out of jail and live to walk down the aisle.
Related subjects include: women sleuths, private investigator mystery series, murder mysteries, whodunit mysteries (whodunnit), book club recommendations, Southern fiction, Southern humor, Southern living.



A Day in the Life of Liz Talbot, PI, by Susan M. Boyer


The dead are not altogether reliable. Colleen, my best friend, calls herself a Guardian Spirit. I can’t argue with the facts at hand: She’s been dead seventeen years, and she watches my back. I’m a private investigator, so situations arise from time to time wherein my back needs watching. Technically, Colleen’s afterlife mission is to protect Stella Maris, our island home near Charleston, South Carolina, from developers and all such as that. Since I’m on the town council and can’t abide the notion of condos and time-shares on our pristine beaches, protecting me falls under her purview.

Solving my cases, however, does not. She’ll tell me that in a skinny minute should I happen to mention how she could be more helpful. But she has been known to toss me the occasional insight from beyond that provokes a train of thought, which, upon reflection, proves useful. Here’s the thing: Colleen shows up when she detects I’m in danger. Sometimes she warns me in advance. Occasionally she drops by just to chat. But she doesn’t come whenever I think of her or call her name. It rarely works like that.

One Monday in December, I really could’ve used Colleen’s perspective. We were closing in on Christmas, and I was getting married on the twentieth—in five days. I was a teensy bit distracted, is what I’m saying.

It was a little after ten in the morning, and I was at my desk in the living room of my beachfront house, which doubles as my office. I was deep into research on a criminal case Nate, my partner and fiancé, and I were working for Andy Savage. Andy was a high profile Charleston attorney, and while this case didn’t amount to much more than fact-checking, we hoped it would lead to a lucrative relationship for Talbot and Andrews, our agency.

I stared at my computer screen and reached for one of Mamma’s Christmas cookies. My phone trilled out the ringtone named Old Phone. Old Phone was reserved for old friends. I grabbed my phone instead of the cookie.

Robert Pearson. He’d been a year ahead of me in high school, the same age as my brother, Blake. He’d married one of my best friends. Robert was also our family attorney, and he and I were both on the Stella Maris town council.

I tapped the green “accept” button.

After we exchanged the usual pleasantries, he said, “I wondered, if you’re not too busy, could you drop by this afternoon? There’s something I want to run by you.”

“I have an appointment at one that’s going to take most of the afternoon.” Multi-toned highlights are a maintenance issue, especially with hair as long as mine. My natural sandy blonde would turn Tweety Bird yellow if Dori looked at it wrong. She always took her time, but five days before my wedding she’d be excruciatingly meticulous. I couldn’t walk down the aisle with yellow hair.

“Noon?” he asked.

“Sure. See you then.”

“Thanks, Liz. I really appreciate it.” He sounded way too grateful for such an ordinary request. This is what should’ve tipped me off that something was up.


Copyright © 2015 by Susan M. Boyer -- This excerpt is reprinted by permission from Henery Press. All rights reserved.



Author Bio:

Susan M. Boyer is the author of the USA TODAY bestselling Liz Talbot mystery series. Her debut novel, Lowcountry Boil, won the 2012 Agatha Award for Best First Novel, the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense, and garnered several other award nominations, including the Macavity. Lowcountry Boneyard, the third Liz Talbot mystery, was a Spring 2015 Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance Okra Pick. Lowcountry Bordello, the fourth book in the series, was released November 3, 2015. Susan loves beaches, Southern food, and small towns where everyone knows everyone, and everyone has crazy relatives. You’ll find all of the above in her novels.
Susan lives in Greenville, SC, with her husband and an inordinate number of houseplants.








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November 9 – Caroline Fardig – Excerpt

November 10 – Chick Lit Goddess – Q&A & Excerpt

November 10 – Change the Word – Q&A & Excerpt

November 11 – Celia Kennedy – Review & Excerpt

November 12 – Fiction Zeal - Review

November 12 – Chick Lit Club Connect - Excerpt

November 13 – Granny Loves To Read – Review & Excerpt

November 16 – Nails and Tales – Review & Q&A

November 16 – The Phantom Paragrapher – Review

November 16 – Mallory Heart Reviews – Review

November 17 – Queen of All She Reads – Review & Excerpt

November 18 – Hello Precious Bliss – Review & Excerpt

November 23 – The Book Sirens – Review

November 25 – Fiction Dreams – Excerpt

November 27 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

November 30 – Polished & Bubbly – Q& A& Excerpt

November 30 – Create With Joy - Review


Kathryn R. Biel's new novella will get you in the holiday spirit!

11/05/2015 08:43


Just in time for the holidays comes

Kathryn R. Biel's

Completions and Connections!


I had a hard time deciding which of the two excerpts Kathryn sent me to use.  After I read them, I went out and bought the book immediately.  (I connected with Christine's epic skiing fail.)  The meet-cute in this story is ADORABLE!  Get your copy now!  Buy links below.



Christine's list of resolutions contains many clichés. Try something new. Buy a pair of heels. Get a promotion. Fall in love. 
Seems simple, especially when Christine meets Patrick, the man who could be Mr. Right. He's got the right credentials: a job, a sense of humor, a love of all things Indiana Jones, and best of all, he's actually taller than Christine. But busy schedules take over and gets in the way of Patrick and Christine's budding romance. 
Life interferes, as it has a way of doing, and Christine wants to throw in the towel. Is the magic of the Christmas season enough to renew Christine's faith in love? 


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"Michele, you've got to be kidding me!" I'm trapped. I can't move. And my best friend is laughing at me.

"C'mon Christine, you can do this. It's going to be fun."

"No, it's not. It's going to be torture. A cold, painful torture that ends with me in a body cast."

"You said you'd try new things this year. Isn't this number one on your list? This is what you need to bring you out of your shell. It will be good for you. Think of it as an item you can check off your list."

"My shell is just fine. I don't see how throwing myself down a mountain in sub-zero temperatures can possibly be good for me." But she knows she's got me. I'm a list maker, and nothing makes me happier than checking things off my lists.

Michele snaps her boot buckles and stands up. She looks like the perfect snow bunny, all cute and adorable in her snow pants and coordinating sweater. Her blond curls cascade perfectly down her shoulders, and no hat will flatten them or make her look bedraggled.

I look bedraggled before I even start. My hair is a dull, coppery brown. I can't call it red, and it's not regular brown. The closest description I can come up with is an old penny. It's straight. Like pin straight. And even attempts at perming have not been successful. Hot curlers, curling irons—nothing. Pin straight and boring.

Just like me.

"When I said new things, I meant maybe cutting my hair or getting highlights put in," I mutter, trying to buckle my boot. The layers of clothes are constricting, and I'm having trouble breathing bent over like this. The buckle finally snaps shut, and I return upright, only to find myself out of breath and lightheaded.

Not off to the most auspicious of starts.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Michele, who grew up skiing, is itching to get out on the slopes. Despite the fact that I've lived in Upstate New York my whole life, I've somehow managed to avoid this particular form of torture thus far. I've signed up for a lesson and am starting a novena that I don't die on the chairlift.

I pick up my skis from the rental shop and awkwardly carry them outside. We find Michele's skis on the rack, and in a few swift moments hers are donned and she's ready to swoosh off. I'm still trying to figure it out. Michele lets out an exasperated sigh and pops her ski off. She goes through the process again, step-by-step. Finally, I have my skis on.

Except now I can't move. She uses her pole to point to where I have to go and she's off, gliding on the snow like a figure skater.

Do you know how freakin' hard it is to move on skis when you're not on a hill? Or worse, when you have to go uphill? Not to mention that in order to fit my 5'10" (Okay, 5'10 ¾". Fine. I'm 5'11") frame, my skis are the length of Delaware.

I'm exhausted by the time I get to the ski group. But then the embarrassment continues. I'm the only adult in the group. This is so not worth it. Checking one stupid item (try something new) off my resolution list is not worth it.



Kathryn's Bio:

Telling stories of resilient women, Kathryn R. Biel hails from upstate New York and is a spouse and mother of two wonderful and energetic kids. In between being Chief Home Officer and Director of Child Development of the Biel household, she works as a school-based physical therapist. She attended Boston University and received her Doctorate in Physical Therapy from The Sage Colleges. After years of writing countless letters of medical necessity for wheelchairs, finding increasingly creative ways to encourage the government and insurance companies to fund her clients' needs, and writing entertaining annual Christmas letters, she decided to take a shot at writing the kind of novel that she likes to read. Her musings and rants can be found on her personal blog, Biel Blather. She is the author of Good Intentions (2013), Hold Her Down (2014),I'm Still Here (2014), Jump, Jive, and Wail (2015), and Killing Me Softly (2015).


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Laura Chapman's FIRST AND GOAL Blog Tour stops here!

11/03/2015 11:36


Welcome back author

Laura Chapman

on her FIRST & GOAL blog tour!



When Harper Duquaine’s no-nonsense approach to work unintentionally ruffles the wrong feathers at her new job, she joins her co-workers’ fantasy football league to prove she can hang with the guys. Only problem: she doesn’t know a sleeper from a keeper (or any of the other lingo thrown her way). 
Embroiled in a world of lineups, stats, and trades, Harper’s quest to make nice topples when her competitive streak emerges. And her promise to herself that she’ll be a strong, independent woman and leave the drama and heartache behind is seriously tested when she catches the attention of her two biggest competitors: J.J., a local celebrity determined to win a fantasy championship, and Brook, the mild-mannered coach who seems too good to be true. Both threaten her resolve to remain single… and, more importantly, her chances at winning the prize pool. 
With a slew of conflicting advice in her real and fantasy worlds, Harper must figure out how to play the game and come out a winner. 
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Laura's Guest Post:

In First & Goal, book one of my new Queen of the League series, my main character Harper gets caught up in the drama surrounding a fantasy football league. Rather than ask for Harper’s take on football, the league, and everything—you can read her perspective in the book—today I thought we’d give a few of her colleagues a chance to weigh in.


Harper’s interest in joining the league begins when she overhears three salesmen talking about their need for a twelfth player in their league. Having recently been admonished for being too task-driven and not friendly enough, this seems like the perfect opportunity for her to get to know them better. For the three salesmen—Gio, J.J., and Wade—Harper’s involvement in the league means something else.


Gio is the senior man on the job. The father of two teenaged daughters, he has a joking nature mixed with a paternal instinct. J.J. is a former local college football star, who almost had a chance at the pros. He works at the dealership as more of a mascot than a salesman. And Wade is one of the top salesmen at the dealership. He also has the ability to see through most people’s machinations.


What were your first impressions of Harper when she came to work at the car dealership?

Gio: She was definitely Type A. She was intense and obsessed about making everything perfect. When I met her, she struck me as someone who might be…

J.J.: A pain in the ass?

Gio: Not my word choice, but basically.

J.J. I thought she was a pain in the ass.

Wade: I wouldn’t call her that either, but… I had a feeling she’d complicate our lives. And she did. She’s a real stickler for the rules and doesn’t back down.


What was your take when she joined the league?

Gio: I was relieved we’d have enough people to play. It would’ve been a bummer for us to be short a person.

J.J.: I was glad to see my chances at winning had gotten a lot better.

Wade: I thought she probably had no interest in being in our league, and only did it to win over J.J. I figured she’d come to regret her impulsive decision.


Describe your fantasy football strategy in three words.

Gio: Just have fun.

J.J.: Dominance. Annihilation. Murder.

Wade: Jesus, J.J.

J.J.: That was only two words.

Wade: One of these days—

J.J.: Oh what? Are you going to suddenly become a tough guy? If you try anything with me, you know you’ll—

Gio: Boys, boys. Let’s get through this questionnaire without turning it into a bloodbath.

J.J.: Oh, bloodbath. That’s a good word for my strategy. Let’s use that one instead of murder.


Who do you think will win the league this year?

Gio: That’s easy—Brook MacLaughlin. He always wins.

J.J.: His lucky streak is over. I’m saying this is the year of J.J.’s dominance—on and off the field.

Wade: I wouldn’t mind seeing some fresh blood win, but Wade’s right. My money is on Brook. He’s really good.


What is one piece of advice you’d offer a first-time fantasy football team owner?

Gio: Enjoy the ride. Even if you don’t win, fantasy football can be a lot of fun.

J.J.: He’s kidding. Fantasy football is only fun if you win. That’s why you have to destroy the competition, no matter what. Show them no mercy.

Wade: My advice: don’t play in a league with J.J.

About the Author
Laura Chapman is the author of First & Goal, The Marrying Type, and Hard Hats and Doormats. Her work also appears in Merry & Bright, A Kind of Mad Courage, and All I Want For Christmas. A native Nebraskan, she loves Huskers and Packers football, Netflix marathons, and her cats, Jane and Bingley. Laura is currently in pursuit of a fantasy football championship while penning her next novel.
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Spooked--the latest Lacey Luzzi novel by Gina LaManna--is out!

11/02/2015 10:44


I love this series, and of course I couldn't resist a Halloween-themed mystery with a candy corn cupcake on the front!


I was so excited when Gina gave me an excerpt to run on my blog!


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Trick or Traitor? 
Haunted houses, candy, costumes...and a ghost. Once again, Lacey Luzzi hasn't signed up for any of it. Except the candy. But when Carlos corners her with a very special request, she can't bring herself to say no. With three days to Halloween, Lacey is drawn into a high stakes mission where she's forced to investigate those closest to her - and they don't like it. 
However, Lacey doesn't have a choice. If she can't expose the traitor in time, the Luzzi Haunted House may take a turn from spooky, to downright scary. 

“Meg, there are children here,” I whispered, glancing around the Halloween costume store. “You’ll scare them.”

“C’mon, Lacey. The way you’re talking, Halloween is a kid’s holiday, which is just ridiculous.” Meg turned towards me, flaunting a mask with fangs as large as my forearm. “Relax.”

“It is a kid’s holiday.” I ducked down an aisle in the opposite direction, pretending we didn’t know each other.

Meg chased after me. She caught up and attempted to sink her fangs into my arm. “No, it’s not, that’s just marketing. Halloween is really an excuse for adults to dress up in redonkulous outfits and overdose on candy.”

The vampire before me – also known as Meg – was a former cop, as well as my best friend since childhood. Though I loved her to death, at the moment she had me wondering how close we were to getting arrested. It wasn’t the scary mask that had me nervous, or the strange clown wig plopped on her head. It wasn’t the fake blood she held in one hand, or the fake knife she brandished in the other.

No, it was the fact that Meg had decided to try on the sexy French maid outfit in the middle of the store, while mothers bustled by, doling out scathing looks like Twix Bars on October 31st.

“Oh Lacey, I don’t want to hear your lies.” Meg turned to me, extending her feather duster and tickling my nose. “You hoard candy worse than any child.”

“Not true.” I sneezed. “Not usually true.”

“I saw your stash last year, you little liar. You bought king-sized candy bars, Rolos, all sorts of delicious things. Then when kids came aknockin’ on your door, you put those treats back in the pantry and handed out pre-wrapped bags of carrots.”

“That’s not totally true. I threw some Smarties in with the carrots.” I tried hard to keep the guilt out of my expression. “The parents appreciated it, just not the kids.”

“Don’t try to pretend you’re doing a holy thing by giving out carrots; no parent likes getting veggies on Halloween.” Meg put a hand on her hip. “Every mom picks her favorite candy out of her kid’s bucket. How many do you think pick out the carrots?”

I shrugged.

“Your mom always took the Almond Joys from you,” Meg said. “But I think that’s only because she knew they were your least favorite. Remember that time when you were like, fifteen years old? She tried to steal one of your Twix bars and you burst into tears.”

I grabbed Meg’s arm and pulled her into a deserted aisle. “Yeah, yeah, Ms. Honesty. Like you haven’t nabbed your fair share of my goodies.”

“I’m not into Halloween for the candy.” Meg gestured to her curvy figure, focusing on the tiny little skirt that didn’t quite cover her spandex shorts. “I’m in it for the costumes. It’s a chance to look racy in public.

“How about we race-ify you at home?” I squinted at her costume. “People are staring.”

“That’s the point, chickadee.”

I looked up at the ceiling, struggling to find a way out of the situation. We’d arrived at the costume store well over an hour ago, and by now we were on the verge of getting kicked out. The manager had walked by more times than I could count, though he seemed afraid to get too close to Meg. The French maid outfit didn’t do much to hide the gun she had holstered around her thigh.

“You could get in trouble for having a weapon in here, Meg,” I said, as she bent down to slip on a pair of clown shoes.

“I’m not concealing anything, am I?” Meg asked, gesturing to her legs. “I got a permit to carry, even if this gun is just borrowed from an old friend.”

“Are you calling the evidence locker an old friend, now?”

Meg didn’t answer. At least, she didn’t answer my question. “Or – I was also thinking I could be Jasmine. You could be Aladdin. I think we’d be a great combo.”

I didn’t have a ready response. I’d sort of want to do a couple dress-up with Anthony, if he’d do it. But now was not the time to argue. Meg had stuffed me into an Albert Einstein wig, a witch’s hat, and platform sandals a foot high. I wasn’t a quick runner normally, but I’d have a hard time racing a slug right now, and Meg had a gun. If I said no, it wouldn’t be a competition.

“What do you say, Aladdin?” Meg eyed a Pretty, Pretty Princess crown made of plastic. “I think I’d make an excellent Jasmine. Maybe Clay can be the Genie. We could do a three-way.”

“Let’s not reference Clay, Lacey, and three-way in the same sentence, please.” I choked back a gag at the thought of my sweet, awkward, computer genius cousin. “That’s just wrong.”

“Look at these pants, all see-through and billowing around. I’ll look fabulous.” Meg held up gauzy material that might be pants, and might be first aid supplies. To complete her Disney costume, she selected a light green, diamond-studded bra, holding it out for me to examine. “I’ll outshine all the other munchkins dressing up.”

“It’s not a competition.” I smiled at a mother pushing a stroller past us, eyeing Meg up and down with a confused expression.

“They’re just jealous,” Meg waved a hand.

“I don’t think that’s the case, but regardless, we have to swing by Nora’s house sometime today. We’ve been here so long my hair – my actual hair follicles – are sweating under this wig.”

“Use deodorant.”

“On my scalp?” I gestured towards the pile of costumes surrounding Meg. “Let’s pick a costume. Which one you want? Let’s get going.”

“You never confirmed if you’ll be my Aladdin.”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“You’re thinking of ditching me for Anthony.” Meg narrowed her eyes at me. “I can sense it.”

“No, I just haven’t picked out a costume.” Which was mostly true. I also hadn’t asked Anthony if he’d even be the second half of a costume with me, yet.

But I had, in secret, been putting together something he might agree to wear. It was a two-partner costume, and when I’d seen it done online, the photos looked adorable. Mine didn’t look quite as adorable as the pictures yet, since I was making it by hand, and art was not my forte. No, at present it looked more like a ball of garbage glued together, but there was still time.

“Fine, Disney themed it is,” Meg said, selecting the Jasmine costume and heading towards the register. “They don’t got a good Aladdin here, but I can make you one.”

“No, please don’t worry about it—”

“I’m not worried.” Meg grinned. “I love Halloween! Hopefully Clay will agree to be the Genie. Oh shoot, suppose I gotta get rid of this French maid thing, huh? Or maybe I can be Jasmine-the-French-Maid.”

“Let’s stick with just Jasmine.” I trailed behind Meg as she discarded one item of clothing after the other.

By the time she reached the checkout, she’d straightened her black halter top and adjusted a skirt over her spandi-shorts. Meanwhile, I retraced her steps and picked up the pieces of the maid outfit, stuffing them back into the bag, all the while thinking that Clay would be more likely to start dating a girl than he would be to dress up as a big, blue cartoon character.

About the Author:
Gina LaManna is the bestselling author of the Lacey Luzzi Mafia Mysteries and the Misty Newman Mystery Series.
Fun facts about Gina: I love cappuccino foam and whipped cream. I would live off sprinkles if possible. I have one imaginary dog. Laughing is my favorite :)

Happy Release Day to Author Lisa Becker AND a Handbag Giveaway!

10/25/2015 13:50


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About clutch: a novel

clutch: a novel is the laugh-out-loud, chick lit romance chronicling the dating misadventures of Caroline Johnson, a single purse designer who compares her unsuccessful romantic relationships to styles of handbags – the “Hobo” starving artist, the “Diaper Bag” single dad, the “Briefcase” intense businessman, etc.  With her best friend, bar owner Mike by her side, the overly-accommodating Caroline drinks a lot of Chardonnay, puts her heart on the line, endures her share of unworthy suitors and finds the courage to discover the “Clutch” or someone she wants to hold onto.  

Author Bio 

In addition to clutch: a novel, Lisa Becker is the author of the Click Trilogy, a contemporary romance series comprised of Click: An Online Love Story, Double Click and Right Click. She’s written bylined articles about dating and relationships for “Cupid’s Pulse,” “The Perfect Soulmate,” “GalTime,” “Single Edition,” “Healthy B Daily” and “Chick Lit Central” among others. She lives in Manhattan Beach, California with her husband and two daughters. To learn more, visit
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Excerpt from Monique McDonell's new release ANY WAY YOU FIGHT IT

10/25/2015 13:13


Excerpt and giveaway for 

Monique McDonell's new novel

Any Way You Fight It


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Matchmaking came easily for Cherie . . . unless she was matching herself. A successful realtor, Cherie could sell a piece of property with ease, she could match up her friends with their perfect mates, but she couldn’t seem to find love for herself. Heck, even her seventy-five-year-old Nona was dating again! Cherie had the perfect love once, or so she had thought. But that was a long time ago, and yet, Luke was the standard by which she measured all potential mates.

After matching her two best friends and watching them live their happily ever afters, Cherie decides it’s time to make a change and get back in the game. Now all she needs to do is balance what she wants (a Luke-alike) with the demands of her crazy Italian family (a good, Catholic Italian boy).

Just when she is ready to shake off her past and move forward, her past walks through the door of her favorite local pub with her best friends. Luke is back, looks better than ever, and still has eyes for Cherie. And Cherie can’t control the heat she still has for him. But as with most long-lost loves, he has a past as well, and that past just might prevent Cherie from finding her happiness despite what her Nona’s visions predict.

Can Cherie and Luke make peace with their pasts and look forward to a new life together? Or will this be the final good-bye?




Lucy called me the next day. I was unlocking the door to my office. I was juggling keys, a folder, a latte, and an open house sign but I still managed to take the call.

"What's up, buttercup?" I said.

"Not much . . ." I could visualize her on the other end in kitchen whites and a hairnet trying to come up with a witty reply. "You sound perky today. Piper said you were exhausted last night."

"I was. Still am, actually." That wasn't a lie. I barely slept, tossing and turning all night with sexy and angry thoughts about Luke. "Your call perked me right up. Oh yeah, and I'm about to down my third coffee."

"Oh, I hope you're okay."

"I'll be fine. What's happening there?"

"Well, you met the hottie corporate sent to help us with branding."

"Don't you have a fiancé already?" I tried not to let jealousy seep in. Keep it light, Cherie.

"A girl can look. Anyway, you don't have a fiancé . . ."

"Yeah, well, I don't want a fiancé, and even if I did, I wouldn't want that guy."

"He seems pretty cool."

"Not my type." I needed to shut this down. “Anyway, he's probably married. How long is your new eye candy in town anyway?"

“He’s not, married I mean. A week or two, but he'll be back and forth." Great. "Maybe you two could . . ."

"Thanks for pimping out your new colleague, but if I wanted a guy, I could find my own." I tried to sound haughty. "Anyway, Lucy, I have to run. I have about a million calls to return. "

I dropped my bundle, minus the coffee of course, on the office sofa and turned at the sound of the bell above my front door tinkling. There in resplendent glory -today in chinos and a white shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbows, offsetting a killer tan- was Luke.

"Not your type, huh?" he said, closing the space between us a little.

"First of all, don't you know it is rude to eavesdrop and second, definitely not."

"I used to be," he said, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other gesticulating.

"Well, we all used to be different, didn't we?"

"I bet we're not all that different, you know."

"That's hardly a ringing endorsement for either of us." I leaned back against the edge of my desk, using it to balance me, and took a long sip of my latte. Some days there just wasn't enough coffee in the world.

"I don't know, I thought we were decent kids back then . . ."

"Until at least one of us wasn't."

"And which one was that?" he asked as if he didn't know. The bastard.

"What brings you here, Luke? I kind of have a lot to get done today."

"I wanted to see you."

"You've seen me." I sounded like such a cold bitch. He would have no doubt that I had changed by the end of this conversation. It wasn't that I didn't want to be that sweet young girl again, but he'd changed me and anyway, I was not her. I was an independent thirty-year-old woman.

"And I wanted to say obviously I had no idea you had any connection to Piper, and I'm sorry we were both blindsided that way last night."

"It's okay. Small world and all that." I tried to take another sip of my coffee but, sadly, the well was dry.

"It was really nice to see you, Cherie. I've often wondered how you were, what you did . . ." his voice trailed away.

I wanted to say, Dude, you could have called or written or maybe not just vanished back then, but I didn't.

"You're obviously keeping well."

"Can't complain." He shoved his second hand in his pocket. "So, do you want to still act like we don't know each other? These are your friends; this is your life . . ."

That was nice at least. "I kind of assumed yes. Then again, I don't like lying to them . . ."

"How about I say that I realized I recognized you from the neighborhood? Nothing more."

"Okay, but they're pretty nosy, so if they wise up or it feels weird for me, I'll tell them, and I'll let you know. Lucy and Piper can keep a secret."

"I don't suppose you want to have dinner or a donut for old-time’s sake?"

"You know what, I really don't. It's nice to see you're happy and doing well, but . . ."

"Okay." He turned to leave. "As you wish."

He did not just quote the Princess Bride to me. Oh yes, he freaking did!




About the author – Monique McDonell

I am an Australian author who writes contemporary women's fiction including chick lit and romance. I live on Sydney's Northern Beaches with my husband and daughter, and despite my dog phobia, with a dog called Skip.

I have written all my life especially as a child when I loved to write short stories and poetry. At University I studied Creative Writing as part of my Communication degree. Afterwards I was busy working in public relations I didn't write for pleasure for quite a few years although I wrote many media releases, brochures and newsletters. (And I still do in my day-job!)

When I began to write again I noticed a trend - writing dark unhappy stories made me unhappy. So I made a decision to write a novel with a happy ending and I have been writing happy stories ever since.

I have been a member of the writing group The Writer’s Dozen for eight years. Our anthology Better Than Chocolate raised over $10,000 for the charity Room to Read and helped build a library in South East Asia. I am also a member of the Romance Writers of Australia. I was also had a piece in the Australian non-fiction book Copyfight in 2015.

I have written five stand-alone romantic comedies and three books in the Upper Crust Series; Any Way You Slice It, Any Way You Dream It and Any Way You Fight It.

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Author Deborah Nam-Krane is back with a huge giveaway!

10/22/2015 10:14


Deborah Nam-Krane's latest addition to her


is coming soon, and she's kicking off the party with a 

massive giveaway!


Deb is giving away 5 (yes, 5!) $10 Amazon gift cards, free ebook copies of every book in her NEW PIONEERS SERIES, and several books by fellow authors (including this one!).  I've read most of the ones she's giving away, and trust me, winning any one of them will be a treat.


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About Deborah Nam-Krane


Deborah Nam-Krane was born in New York, raised in Cambridge and educated in Boston. You're forgiven for assuming she's prejudiced toward anything city or urban. She's been writing in one way or another since she was eight years old (and telling stories well before that). 
She first met some of the characters in The New Pioneers series when she was thirteen years old, but it took two decades- and a couple of other characters- to get the story just right. 
Things you might want to know:
First crush: Peter Pan... until she realized he wasn't real. Then she moved onto Captain Kirk, then Mister Spock (and there she's stayed).
What makes her write: a character that needs to have his or her story told.
How much time does she spend writing: as much as possible! Sometimes one hour a day, sometimes four.
Inspired by: People she watches on the street, conversations she listens in on, current events and developments, a really great nonfiction book
Favorite author: Nathaniel Hawthorne
Favorite book: Too many to choose from! But Lolita, The White Goddess, Sexual Personae and The Tenant At Wildfell Hall are definitely on the list.


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Q and A with Suzanne Nicole and Book Spotlight for UNRAVELLED IN NEW YORK

10/15/2015 06:51


Welcome author Suzanne Nicole on her CLP Blog Tour for UNRAVELLED IN NEW YORK!

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Sydney journalist Charli Cooper is making major changes in her life. She has no idea what destiny has in store for her as she moves half way around the world for a fresh start. 

Jack Manning is everything Charli shouldn't want. He is arrogant, cocky and use to getting what he wants. He has no time to deal with an inexperienced journalist who has no idea of the New York social hierarchy. 

As she unlocks the truth about Manning and his empire, she realises all is not as it seems and if she digs deep enough, she might just find the story she has been looking for. She has to make a decision between her ambition and her heart. 

Will the secrets they both hold cause their delicately poised relationship to crumble? 

Can one mistake unravel their lives? 



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Q & A with the author


What is the best dish you can cook?

I’m really not a great cook … I can re-heat anything really well though.


Can you fake any accents?

I think I can pull off a British accent, my children tell me otherwise.


Do you have any hidden talents?

I can remember how to get back from a place once I’ve been there without using Sat-Nav.


What do you have in your pockets?

My phone – I feel lost without it.


Most hated chore on the household chore list?

Picking up clothes off the floor … drives me crazy!


Which bad habit drives you crazy?

My children stepping over clothes left on the bathroom floor.


Name one thing you consider yourself to be very good at.

Remembering names of people I’ve just met.


Name one thing you totally suck at.

Ball-sports … I am completely hopeless, like embarrassingly bad.


What is on your bedside table?

Piled high with books I want to read and a picture my youngest son made for me.


Are you a morning or night person?

A morning person, I think, well I wake up early, but I love lying in bed reading … hmm maybe I’m a night person?


What was the last thing you watched on TV?

Homelands … was seriously addicted to watching season 4.


What's your favorite holiday?

Going to the beach in summer and listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach – Just perfect!



Author Bio

With a passion for reading and writing Suzanne has been creating stories all her life through both her writing and dance teaching. Suzanne is a graduate from IMEB (Aus) and is a member of Romance Writers, Australia, she is also a qualified and registered dance and drama teacher. When she is not bombarding family and friends with story ideas she can be found in front of a class of students teaching dance or curled up with a good book. She loves romantic stories, angsty reads and dark-haired heroes. She also loves travelling, her recent highlights have been her trips to Los Angeles, New York and Boston and she dreams about going back there soon. Suzanne lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and three gorgeous boys.







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October 12 – Evocative Book Reviews

October 13 – Living Life With Joy – Q&A & Excerpt

October 14 – CDyess Writes  – Excerpt

October 15 – Charline Ratcliff – QA&

October 15 – Caroline Fardig – Q&A

October 16 – Queen of All She Reads – Review

October 19 –  Hey Said Renee – Review & Q&A

October 20 – Change the Word – Q&A

October 20 – myhomemadelibrary – Review & Excerpt

October 21 – I Love My Authors – Excerpt

October 21 – Hello Chick Lit – Q&A & Excerpt

October 22 – The Book Sirens – Excerpt

October 23 – Love For Books and Java – Review

October 26 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review, Q&A & Excerpt

October 26 – Polished and Bubbly – Review & Q&A

October 27 – Texas Book-a-Holic – Review

October 29 – The Phantom Paragrapher – Revie

October 30- Granny Loves to Read – Review & Excerpt 



Q&A with Randi M. Sherman and Book Spotlight for THE TRUTH ABOUT CAROLINE

10/01/2015 19:30


When I heard the title to Randi M. Sherman's latest novel, THE TRUTH ABOUT CAROLINE, I jumped at the chance to be part of the blog tour!


Book Description

Honesty has always presented a problem for Caroline. 

Manipulating situations and navigating around blunders and deceptions have become second nature to Caroline. She could justify every lie she has ever told, and any truth she ever stretched. Honesty and revealing secrets would only keep her from moving forward with her life. What good would it do anyhow? 

Even all of those bad financial decisions, flawed relationships and questionable life choices seem like child’s play compared to being arrested for the solicitation of her husband’s murder, and what follows. Could someone figure out Caroline? And what would happen if someone did?


Q&A with Randi M. Sherman

What is the best dish you can cook?

Deconstructed eggplant parmesan 

Can you fake any accents? 

Yup - when I write, I often write accents into my books - and spell them phonetically - so I have to practice them out loud to figure out how they sound and how they might be spelled. My favorite - is Italian. 

You wouldn't be caught dead, where?

A Justin Bieber concert 

Do you have any hidden talents? 

Many, but if I told you I'd have to kill you. 

What do you have in your pockets? 

Change from buying coffee 

Most hated chore on the household chore list?

I don't know why - but it's emptying the dishwasher. I'd rather load dirty dishes in with the clean ones and run it all over again, than empty the thing 

Which bad habit drives you crazy?

Gum chewing - drives me nuts especially when audio is involved. 

Name one thing you consider yourself to be very good at.

Laughing and making other people laugh 

Name one thing you totally suck at.

Being pushed around 

What was least favorite job that you had? 

Oh where do I start - any job where the word "methodology" is used. 

What is on your bedside table?

A lamp, a clock and a bottle of Advil, and a coaster - because Im not allowed to put a glass directly on the wood. Rules are rules. 

If you could play any instrument, which would you play?

Alcohol or coffee?


Are you a morning or night person?

Definitely a morning person. 

Name a singer you can't stand the sound of. 

Mariah Carey - mostly because she has been so overplayed 

Name one thing you remember about your high school prom

I should have worn a strapless bra. 

What wa s the last thing you watched on TV?

Ray Donovan


What was the last photo you took on your phone?

I took a picture of Minnie, my 14 year old Chihuahua, who has one eye, she's deaf, has no teeth, her tongue hangs out and she is 5 full pounds of attitude. Shh - she doesn't know.


What's your favorite holiday?

Which one has the most carbohydrates?

When was the last time you fired a gun?




Author Bio

With an eye for detail, an ear for well-tuned dialogue and an incredible grasp of the obvious, all honed while performing stand-up comedy in Los Angeles and improvisational theater in San Francisco, Sherman adds just enough bawdiness to deliver character-driven contemporary novels that will have the reader laughing, thinking and even connecting with the characters in her books.


Writing has been a part of Randi’s life since she was a teenager, one hundred and fifty thousand years ago. But being pragmatic and realizing that she preferred having an income, living indoors and eating regularly, she reluctantly put her dreams on hold and entered the corporate world, yet never left behind her sense of humor and creative storytelling ability, skills which were not always appreciated during budget and strategy meetings.


Now, after living indoors for a while and eating regularly, albeit too much, Randi has picked up her pen again and her third novel, THE TRUTH ABOUT CAROLINE is here. It is the continuation to her second novel CAROLINE STARTS OVER (2014). Randi's first book PAULA TAKES A RISK was released in 2012. Look for Randi's next novel THE LOBBY, Spring-ish 2016.


Randi lives in the California wine country. She would never claim to have a genius IQ, the body of a super model.  However, she can spell “supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”  Randi maintains a trim, well-toned body that is cleverly concealed beneath twenty pounds of soft protective layering and she has the appetite of a bird (vulture).


Things that Randi cannot live without:  people to laugh with, her car horn, a gym membership where there are chubby women who break into a sweat while putting on a jog bra, wine, waist capes, and her wife, Carol.


Randi can live without: mean-spirited people, liver, left-overs, communal dressing rooms, tight underwear, and people who point.

Randi is five-foot-seven.








Book spotlight for A JERSEY DREAMBOAT

09/22/2015 13:54



is a new romantic comedy by my author friend





Release Date:  4th September 2015

A Jersey Dreamboat is the third book in The Jersey Scene series.


Book Description:

Event planners Izzy and Jess are badly let down when a Jersey socialite hires them for the busiest weeks of the season and then cancels at the last minute, leaving the girls with no bookings and no money.

Feeling despondent, they try a night out to cheer themselves up, and meet the captivating, aristocratic Ed, who invites the two on a luxury yacht cruise to Nice, together with his two brothers. Romance builds through heady days of blue skies and warm seas, but when a last-minute wedding booking is offered, the girls must return to Jersey, and real life has to begin again … or has it?



About the Author:

Georgina Troy lives on the island of Jersey and can see the lights in France at night from her bedroom window. This isn't surprising as Jersey is only fifteen miles off the French coast. She lives near the sea; then again most people live fairly close to the sea in an island only nine by five miles in size. She's an impossible romantic and likes nothing more than creating gorgeous heroes. Her books are published by Accent Press.


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